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The full Moon Cometh Brighter then Before, but cratered with Blood stained hands... Here i lay Bleeding beneath hand prints I once teached, Hands that I once reached And A Brother I lie beneath. The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth, Hidden behind the mask of men I caught full glimplise of the beast, A Friend. As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side My mouth grew parched, Oh this Ides of March Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
The Ides of March
The full Moon Cometh Brighter then Before, but cratered with Blood stained hands... Here i lay Bleeding beneath hand prints I once teached, Hands that I once reached And A Brother I lie beneath. The full Moon calls for the wolves to bare the're teeth, Hidden behind the mask of men I caught full glimplise of the beast, A Friend. As 2 rows of 16 fangs pireced into my side My mouth grew parched, Oh this Ides of March Beneath the Blood stained moon, I died
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Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
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